Prompt #33 - Cuddle
Their relationship was give and take. When Mokuba had fucked him hard, done all the things that Yami wanted (hit him and bit him and made him feel small; called him out of his name and catered to whatever fucking kinks this masochist felt necessary) there were rarely any objections when afterward, as they lay, Mokuba curled around him.
The cuddling wasn't necessarily a habit; Mokuba could go without it, if he wanted - but he didn't want to. Yami was familiar, concrete. There was something about the rhythm of another person's breathing that was always soothing to him. It was a way to pass time until it became sleep. He would count how many seconds each inhale and exhale took to complete, and compare both sleeping and awake.
The cost was fairly cheap. Yami would make a derogatory comment - he was a bitch, a pussy, an easy slut (where did he learn those words, even?) - and then it was over, and he slept. Never had Yami said, "No."
Not a bad price to pay for reality.
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